She had heard him say her name from the bedroom, but her eyes were stuck on the wounds. Her face was calm, but you could easily see the agony that was clouding her eyes, her starry fixtures had gone dim leaving her eyes dark. She turned her arms over to look at where she had sacrificed her arms instead of her face being lacerated to pieces. She knew he was standing there, but she continued to stare in the mirror at her wounds. "Who would of known you could be so delicate." She could feel her eyes begin to swell with tears yet her face showed no emotion. She wanted to leap in to his arms and stay there but her wounds forbid her from even being close to any kind of heat. She turned to him helplessly, "Could you help me?" She held up the wraps of bandages and ointments.